Feeling like The Blues

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There’s a room I keep inside me
Its hollow and its dead.
Its where the sadness lingers.
Instead of in my head.

The news flows like a sewer
Is nothing ever good?
There’s murder and there’s killing
Streets that run with blood.

I’d pray to God to stop it
But I don’t know who to choose
The music’s sad and weeping
Man its feeling like the blues

I’ve let my heart get frozen
to make the hurting stop.
Some people say I’m golden
Others say I’m not.

So I listen to their stories
With sadness in my eyes
Of all the pain and suffering.
Where everybody dies.

Is my heart turning to stone?
Does the bad guy ever lose?
Must I live this pain alone.
Man its feeling like the blues

There is no God in heaven?
Or no fiery hell below.
Says the lonely atheist
Who claims he’s in the know.

But I have heard the whispers
That my heart just can’t refuse
It’s a calling for redemption.
Man its feeling like the blues.